Evermore...
Some have sung of harmony
of two souls meant to be
Like the waxing and the waning
of the moon and of the sea
Others tell the epic tale
of love that cannot be
Like Romeo and Juliet
deep poison none may see
Still more write well in rosy tales
of love lorn chivalry
The spark that flies, the spark that dies
the thorn that cuts and bleeds
Those who mold in stone or gold
shape love for centuries
In paints so rare, the lovers dare
grasp dreams of eternity
Nevermore...
Yet dreams are for the dreamer
who wiles away the day
And history for historians
who scrape mold and decay
And chivalry a remnant
of kingdoms in dismay
While roses fade and whither
their blooms last only days
The young are but untainted
by life's unsettling truth
Loss, despair and bitterness
will jade their foolish youth
Songs will be forgotten
and words will fade away
The moon and seas begotten
with the sun will burn away
All Lies...
And in the end, our sorrow -
it too shall pass unseen
No one to mourn or hold us
as we lay by shattered dreams
Quietly now, I see it
though all in fear deny
Even now it fades away
the lonely bitter cry
Better to have never been
born, the wise shall say
Than live and love unloved and lose
and curse the darkened day
For all we see - illusion
constructs to fight our fear
The laugh, the cry, the emptiness
all shall disappear
Forgotten...
